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Why Wabi-sabi?

Recently I came across this wonderful Youtube channel called The School of Life. During downtime, or just when I need to rest from finishing academic requirements from medical school, I go to this channel and just watch their videos. Their videos are very informative and well-made with a a very wide range of topics.

My favorite thus far are those from the Philosophy collection in which they show not only Western ones we've been hearing about our entire lives but also the Eastern ones. They have this video on Wabi-sabi, a concept from Daoism, which means imperfection. And being fine with this because the truth is, there is beauty in brokenness and imperfection. One must not be frustrated with being imperfect. One should accept this as a normal part of life and use it: use the natural flow of imperfection to live meaningful lives.

I think having this mindset is completely appropriate to our lives now, with the constant battle with expectations of efficiency and productivity. It wouldn't hurt to just sit back a little, be happy with what is at hand, and appreciate the simple, the asymmetric, the modest, and the mundane (Check out my other post about eternity in daffodils!)


To know more about this, here is the link to the vid!
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